Hope You Never Get It

by I Can See Mountains

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released January 1, 2012

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Track Name: Hey Man
I look around and I hate everything. My only friends are the people I dream. We carved our names in the bark of a tree and you look so sweet when youre talking to me. Hey!

I shake your hand like a politician. Dinner for one, but I’m drinking for two. We looked at the cars as we drove past the bars, i'm taking your drunk ass home to the stars, taking your drunk ass home.

I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.

White washed fences and gap tooth smiles are calling me home for miles and miles. The well went dry along 55 where Liam asked where I was getting high. So hey, your pretty like a sunset. And hey, you said you want a family.

I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.

She had a mind of metal and malice. I was thinking of life/birds/burns in a pre-war fashion. It’s you, and it’s me.

I’m not paying for the room upstairs. You said you wanted money, so I cut my hair. I’ll be the fly on the wall at your summer cottage, at your summer cottage.
Track Name: Tournesol (Sunflower)
Shake shake on your westbound train. I heard you got yourself a letter geared towards lighter days. It’s overrated, I’m so frustrated, it’s time to get some culture baby.

That’s fine, I’ll move in with Jay and Brad. Quietly dissect every passing fad, and maybe I’ll get drunk later, drink a fifth with my new neighbor.

You said “I don’t want to sleep on the lawn.” It’s our last night, maybe we should get along. I said “let’s go,” you said “where to?” to the moon and the stars with you.

Gonna sleep in on a Saturday, wear the t-shirt with the stain. We’ve had our differences but I support your love for marine biology.

Sunflower, why do you grow so tall? You cast a shadow and make us feel so small. Sunflower, I’ll get better. I’ll hold your petals back in the bathroom stall.

I want to plant a tree for every jazz singer that helped you buckle down when the weather turned. In all the words of mice and men, the saddest are “it might have been.”

You said “I don’t want to sleep on the lawn.” It’s our last night, maybe we should get along. I said “let’s go,” you said “where to?” the moon and the stars with you.

Gonna sleep in on a Saturday, wear the t-shirt with the stain. We’ve had our differences but I support your love for marine biology.

Sunflower, why do you grow so tall? You cast a shadow and make us feel so small. Sunflower, I’ll get better. I’ll hold your petals back in the bathroom stall.

With that said, I’ll get better, with that said oh sunflower. Its all in my head, better off dead.

With that said, I’ll get better, with that said oh sunflower. Its all in my head, better off dead.

Sunflower, why do you grow so tall? You cast a shadow and make us feel so small. Sunflower, I’ll get better. I’ll hold your petals back in the bathroom stall.

Sunflower, why do you grow so tall? You cast a shadow and make us feel so small. Sunflower, I’ll get better. I’ll hold your petals back in the bathroom stall.
Track Name: Dirt (My Buddy, My Pal)
Look in the rearview. The grittiest street lights with freshly shaven counter parts jumping continental flights. Are we awake? Are we dreaming? Are we all obsessed with spoon-fed celebrities and southern rock guitar leads?

I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air. We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air. We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

Black cat and your wishes in a handbag. I keep calling ‘cuz I want my fucking hat back. I’m alive, I’ll just fight my eyes. Cool breeze running through the attic, called back and all I got was static. I’m alive I’ll just fight my eyes.

I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air. We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

I thought we parted yet I still smell mountain air. We’re running faster than old shoes at county fairs.

Like a landlocked sailor with a heart of gold. Will the boys be home? Or with some foreign tour guide talking politics and the fall of Rome. (We’ll I’m not a loner, sadly I’m just a bit of a rebel now.)
Track Name: The Search for Larry Cummings
hey kid where are you now?